Love May Be My Ice Cream - Sylvia

Love May Be My Ice Cream - Sylvia

Sept 13, 2018

jp

I dream often in sepia

Of travelling through this world

With positive undertones of being a wandering jew

Of this world but not

Knowing the ascension of Christ

And of his second coming

Synonymous antonyms experienced as a state of grace

Leaving me forever apart from while within the world in which I love.

Those kinds of dreams.

Of better worlds.

Rarely of the electric sheep upon which the androids dream.

Certainly not of power

Knowing full well its temptation

And its insufferable inevitability of causing damage to others

With particular reference to all other species, other than ours,

We’re a nasty beast in our collective state

Often enough as individuals, if not even the majority,

Though through our own selfishness

We fail to recognize the evil inside.

Nope, power is not my ice cream.

Love may be.